No matter how strong the castle is, it will be conquered, not to mention that it is just a thing for pleasure, no matter how precious it is, can it be more important than life?

What should be said is almost done, Zhang Wenbo personally sent several people who were suspected of being big shots to the gate of the funeral home.

As soon as he went out, the sun shone down, and a colorful halo shrouded Zhang Wenbo's body, and he was really a fairy among the gods.

When the crowd saw such a scene, they did not dare to walk side by side with him, and bowed down a few places behind him to the door.

When he arrived at the door and stood still, Zhang Wenbo thought that three days later it would be the Buddhist Gate Sword Ceremony.

Since he held a sword awarding ceremony in the name of the ancestor of the Yellow Emperor, he naturally couldn't do it hastily and let outsiders look down on him.

In order to show grandeur, the bigger the formation, the better, and the more people, the better.

So he smiled and invited: If you have time, if you have time, an important ceremony will be held in three days, how about inviting a few people to deign to come and watch the ceremony?

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, William first touched his chest with his right hand and bowed, and then bent his legs and bowed deeply.

It turned out to be a big salute to worship, and he said: William, the king of the European moon flowers, respects the will of God.

Then the men behind him followed his example and worshipped: Mara, the king of the land of water lilies, honors the will of God.

The woman in her sixties also prayed: Karnos, the king of pomegranate flowers, honors the will of God.

Subsequently, the kings of the Heather Country and the Ash Flower Country also accepted the invitation.

According to Zhang Wenbo's original meaning, everyone should not report their surnames by name, so as not to be embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, these people made such a show again, so he didn't know how to react for a while.

It was not good to accept it calmly, so he bowed in return and helped them up one by one.

And said politely: You are all our distinguished guests, don't be so, I said, I am just an ordinary person, I can't afford your great gift to me.

It's a pity that this strange appearance on his body now is equivalent to carving the words I am a fairy on his face.

The more humble he is, the more people believe it, which is like a person who drinks alcohol, when he keeps saying that he is drunk, no one believes that he is really drunk.

Naturally, the onlookers would not let this scene pass like this, and the flash flashed for a while, recording the scene.

Although these people no longer have much power, few people can compare with the dignity of their status.

Now he bows down to this immortal, which is equivalent to internationally recognizing his identity as an immortal.

This is not a small matter, although these kings do not represent the entire international situation, but they can represent a kind of recognition of status.

With this recognition, Zhang Wenbo's current identity is not only local and domestic.

So this religious ceremony a few days later attracted even more attention from the world, it was really too difficult to see the gods, and everyone wanted to see it in person.

The land of Qinchuan gathered the attention of the whole world for a while.

Getting to the local area is hard to come by, all the hotels and hostels are full, and the locals are overcrowded.

The thousand-year-old imperial capital has regained its glory.

The pride in the hearts of the locals is too much to hide.

What is the political center, the economic center?

We are the spiritual center here, once the capital of the emperor, but now it is the place of the gods.

Now a large group of experts and scholars have come to the funeral home, asking for the detection and identification of the Xuanyuan sword.

They suspected that the Xuanyuan Sword was a fake, or that it was a weapon that had only been forged at a later date, as it was impossible for the Emperor to cast metal other than bronze.

Where are the monks willing to identify?

If you are suspected of going to identify the immortals, let the immortals become fake first.

In the past, only six monks were sent to guard it, but now thirty-six warrior monks have been directly sent to guard around the Xuanyuan Sword day and night, and no one is allowed to approach.

If it weren't for the limited space and the inability to unleash it, it was originally planned to open the ninety-nine eighty-one Arhat array.

Now the monks of the ancient temples and famous temples in various places have already rushed over, and there will be no shortage of monks if they lack anything.

A while ago, they didn't want to come, they were watching the movement.

Now Zhang Wenbo is making more and more noise, and the people who want to treat him are pouring in like a tide, and they are all cured.

This shows that at least people are not fake, if they don't know how to do it, they are really pigs.

A group of experts and scholars naturally will not run to identify the authenticity of Zhang Wenbo, he has specially rescued dozens of dead people, is it meaningful to identify again?

Whoever dares to say that he is fake now, the family members of those who have been rescued dare to fight with him.

Now that it's like this, it's very difficult for local officials to do it, how do you deal with it?

You can't give him a salute too, can you? No, the dress can't be seen and it's not suitable, right?

It's nothing, if you can't see it, you can't see it, and everything will wait until retirement.

Zhang Wenbo didn't want to see it even more, he just wanted to save people, which could not only improve his strength, but also accumulate merit, so as not to waste his skills.

The less other messy things the better, the people will leave when they are almost governed, and they will never stay for a moment, if they are said to buy people's hearts, they will be troubled if they try to do wrong, and they will be unjustly killed.

The three-day period is coming in a blink of an eye, but the weather on this day is not very long, it is gloomy, there is no ray of sunshine in the sky, and it is accompanied by gusts of wind.

But there is no way, the days are set, and the auspicious day of the zodiac is chosen, which cannot be changed.

I have waited so many days for this day, otherwise the monks would have asked to take the sword away, and one more day of delay would have made one more change.

The ceremony was held on the top of a hill ten miles from the eastern capital.

Although it is the top of the mountain, the terrain is open and flat, and it is an important place for ancient emperors to ascend the altar to worship the sky.

The sword receiving ceremony of Emperor Xuanyuan with the sword in person was chosen here, and it was not slow to treat the ancestors.

Zhang Wenbo, as the protagonist, is naturally going to go.

Since there is no sun, there is no halo on the body.

Dressed in a black leather coat, with black hair like a waterfall, and a black ancient sword on his back, he was imposing.

It's not like a god descending to earth, but like a Shura descending into the world.

In the midst of a heavy yellow short-fighting warrior monk, it seems that he is a black-clothed rakshasa who is about to subdue demons and eliminate demons by many monks, and he has a full sense of disobedience.

But Zhang Wenbo himself doesn't think so, but feels that his outfit is handsome and cool, which is very in line with the mysterious temperament of the immortals.

Men, it should be like a fog, a well, so that people can't see the details clearly, and they can't figure their heads.

After estimating the time, I felt that the time was almost up, but I couldn't let a group of abbots and elders who were watching the ceremony wait for a long time with a group of guests who were watching the ceremony.

Many people are old, and if they are sick after being blown by the mountain wind for a long time, they have to work hard to treat them themselves.

So with a wave of his hand, a group of warrior monks who had already been ready began to act, silently and uniformly.

A full one hundred and eight warrior monks, dressed in golden monks' robes, were a spectacular scene.

In this kind of big day that is rare in a thousand years, pomp and circumstance are naturally to be talked about.

Even if it's not for the Xuanyuan Sword, just for the sake of the face of his own family, he has to do it.

So I sent dozens of monks last night, and I got together enough one hundred and eight people, anyway, today is not bad.

So many monks walked on foot, through the streets and alleys, attracting passers-by to watch.

Knowing that this is a sword-guarding monk, the one in black in the middle is the living immortal, and the long sword on his back is the Xuanyuan Sword.

So more and more people followed the procession, stretching for miles.

Of course, today's event has already been reported.

The route has also been set in advance, so it will not cause traffic jams.

There are also traffic police on the side of the road who are responsible for dredging and guiding, and many police and security personnel have been temporarily transferred.

By the time we reached the summit, it was already noon.

Fortunately, these people are young and powerful, otherwise ordinary people would have been tired of such a long journey.

Zhang Wenbo was also very low-key, did not pretend to be a ghost to show his extraordinary ability, and walked to the destination with the heavy monks.

The top of the mountain, which is tens of zhang wide and square, has long been filled with people who come to watch and watch, and the number of people gathered here is as many as thousands.

There was only one passage left on the way to come, paved with yellow sand, with incense burners, and a red carpet in front of the incense case until the intersection ahead.

Zhang Wenbo led the way on the carpet, and the four teams of warrior monks turned into two teams and followed on either side of him.

Seeing this, the Zen Master of Wisdom and a group of monks wearing red robes hurriedly greeted him, and then fell to the ground on both sides to greet him.

Looking at the ranking, the identity of the wise Zen master is not the highest, and there are still several old monks kneeling in front of him.

Today is different from the past.

Since the sword ceremony was held in the name of Emperor Xuanyuan, there was no need to be too low-key, and it was completely reasonable for them to kneel down to their ancestors.

Before Zhang Wenbo arrived at the incense case, he held his sword in both hands and paid tribute to the incense case, then retreated sideways, standing still behind the case.

Then a high monk with a white beard and hair came out of the crowd.

bowed to Zhang Wenbo first, and then took out a sacrificial text from the incense case and read it in front of everyone.

To the Heavenly Buddha, each of the gods and the deities:

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A.D. **year*month*day, the year is in Renchen, and it is the middle of winter.

It coincides with the season of ancestor worship, and encounters the prosperity of Qiankun, the sea is peaceful, the government is harmonious, the people live in peace, and the neighbors do not commit.

My Buddhist couples, respect the teachings of the Buddha, cross people all over the world, and save people in danger.

Now entrusted by the gods to protect the ancestral throne.

Burn incense and bow down, worship the ancestors;

Chase the legacy of the ancestors, recite the kindness of the gods, accumulate the long-cherished wishes of the year, and express the piety of future generations.

Today, in the prosperous era, Haiyan River is clear, and the great virtue of the ancestors is remembered, although all generations can not forget it.

My Buddhist couples are willing to worship the gods of the ancestors and protect the emperor's Xuanyuan.

May the gods of the ancestors protect the people of the generations to come, and every family will be safe and healthy.

The old are supported, the young are taught, the blood is connected, the love is like siblings, the incense is passed on forever, the generations are multiplied, and the life is endless.

I would like to have a sacrificial text, talk about expressing my determination, Buddhism, all of us are united, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

The disciple passed the favor.

After Tonghui finished reading, he presented the sacrificial text with both hands, Zhang Wenbo took it, and threw it into the incense burner to burn it.

I couldn't help muttering in my heart: You haven't seen the gods before, so you need to write these things to let the gods know.

Now that you admit that I am an immortal, what should you say to me?

Wouldn't it be too much trouble to write a sacrificial text? Or don't you treat me as a god?